The river is boundless, the willows are swaying above the smoke, people come and go on the dock, the scholars on the way, the businessman carrying a burden, and the official lady with two or three servants in the green clothes, cheers and laughs endlessly.
The flood of Wanjiang River has subsided, and Taicang County has resumed the normal state of singing and dancing. Various ships on the river come and go, the river embankment is surging, and the water is steamy on a cloudy day.
The wooden big ship left the shore with a clatter, and then two strands of ripples were swayed, and the ship floated up and down with the waves.
Ling Miaomiao's feet immediately softened, and he lay weakly on the thin railings of the deck.
"Good boy—be careful on the road—" The county guard father on the case was getting farther and farther, his expression on his face could not be seen clearly, only the black shadow waving his arms exaggeratedly.
"Hey--" A few curious gazes fell on him, Ling Miaomiao endured the tumbling in his stomach, and responded loudly.
The steamy wind blew her hair into a mess. After a long distance, I saw the figure being supported by someone next to him and chasing two steps forward. After chasing to the shore, he wiped away tears without any image. , Shouting in a cry, the voice is also small: "My Jiabaoer——letter to my father——"
Miaomiao was sour in her heart, half of her body stepped over the railing, beckoned forcefully, beckoning him to go back.
"Be careful." Liu Fuyi grabbed her cuffs and dragged her back to the deck. "This railing is unstable."
Miao Miao turned around in a daze.
The boat has sailed towards the heart of the river, and the gorgeous or simple boats that set off with the pier can't be seen, and only the vast river is left all around.
This is the most comfortable passenger ship on the Wanjiang River. It is about several feet long and has five or six meters at the narrowest point. The cabin is divided into small rooms, which can accommodate twenty or thirty people. Most of the passengers are people who have seen the world and have to travel long distances. At this moment, they all get into the cabin to rest. There are rows of carved windows on both sides, and some are still half open, revealing the silhouettes of people bending over to pack up the bedding.
There was no one on the deck at the moment, Mu Yao and Mu Sheng were not there, Liu Fuyi and Ling Miaomiao stared at them.
After a while, Miao Miao said slumpedly: "I'm sorry, Big Brother Liu..."
"What do you say about this?" A trace of helplessness flashed in Liu Fuyi's eyes, and he smiled, "Go, I'll show you into the room." The
two of them went in front of each other. After entering the cabin, she walked to the small pavilion belonging to Miao Miao, and met Mu Yao who was cold looking.
Miaomiao kept her breath shut, peeking at Liu Fuyi.
Mu Yao wore an autumn-scented shirt, lined with a moon-white light gauze skirt, and the belt was loosely knotted at the lower abdomen. Even if she wore plain clothes casually like this, she could faintly reveal her ice muscles. Jade bone temperament. She was taken aback, a pair of deserted eyes passed Liu Fuyi, towards Miao Miao.
"Miss Ling's face is not good, are you seasick?" There was still a trace of concern in her cold tone.
"Oh...it's kind of..." Miaomiao was flattered, and she answered naturally: "Sickness? I still have a sachet here..."
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